Redhawk Caldera runner, runner

Fin frowned as the other female went on to explain herself and her past. It was a sob story about wanting a dick but not having one - or so the alpha astutely decided about two seconds in. She glanced at Towhee, wondering if the pup was having anymore luck at reading the stranger's unfamiliar lips but found her looking about as sullen as she often was when meeting strangers. And so her gaze shifted back to the apparent reluctant princess asking for shelter in the Caldera.

She wanted to say no. It was part instinct to not want a competing female around while she was in heat, but also part Finley not wanting a competing female around period. This one said she didn't want the things Fin worried she'd take from her, but that didn't exactly mean much to her. The hardest part of it all was in some other facet of her mind, she kinda liked this kid. There was fire to her that made her wistful for the Finley of old who had once given her own family's expectations a very similar middle finger. She wasn't sold on that part of her yet, though, so she still found a way to tell it to shut the hell up for a second.

"So what I got from that is that you run fast," Fin replied with a deadpan expression, "And you don't obey authority."